This is a very explicit, pornographic affair. It touches on many BDSM elements I like to be put through in my real-life sessions with experienced dominatrixes -- albeit (hopefully?) somewhat watered down, to start with. This is a fictional account. Any resemblance with real people or locations is purely coincidental. Enjoy, but please respect my copyright.
Comfortably compromised. An adult story.
It had taken him a while. But now that he had found it, standing below the big sign saying "H5", marking the entrance to the unfinished housing construction block, he felt a little awkward entering the big, empty, dark-grey doorway. The air reeked heavily of still-wet concrete and grease. Empty plastic buckets, torn rags and paper strewn forlorn on the dusty and still patchy-wet floor. To his left, a flight of unfished concrete stairs led down to some lightless basement. To his right, a similar flight of stairs led up to a landing then turning left to lead up to the next floor.
Her email had instructed him to enter the H5 construction block, go up to the landing below the first floor, to strip naked and wait for further instructions on his cell phone.
He hesitated once more. His first step felt like entering another dominion, like leaving all behind. He walked the few steps up, then started to undress when his mobile rang.
"A little later, and I would have gone!" Her voice was sharp, yet alluring.
"Now get to it!" Commanding.
"When you are naked, and I mean fully naked, walk up to the second floor and wait for further instructions." She had hung up before he could say anything.
'Fully naked!' the two words still ran through his head as he stared at the display. Again the phone rang.
"I mean now!" Like whiplashes. Unmistakably stern.
He hurriedly got undressed, briefly hesitating to take off his underpants. Finally he stood there, somehow misplaced in the concrete environment, just like the pile of his clothes and shoes. Gingerly he walked barefoot up the rough stairs to the second floor. A pair of high stilettos and police-issue handcuffs greeted him. And the ring of his phone.
"Damn!", he thought "How does she manage to see me?" as he answered her call.
"Put on the shoes. They should fit you just fine. Hurry. Don't turn off the phone. Put it on speaker mode, leave it on the floor!" Putting the mobile aside, he fumbled with the shoes. Unaccustomed, it took him a few minutes.
"Good, a bit slow, but you'll get used to it." He heard her voice coming from the phone.
"Now put the handcuffs around your ankles and lock 'em! Now!" He tried to do as told, precariously balanced on the five inch high stilettos, bend over, and feeling all too exposed. As he snapped the cuffs close, he realised that there was no key and that he would have a very difficult time getting out of them.
"But ma'am," he started.
"Shut up. Put your hands behind your head and stand up straight! Straight! Straighter, damn it!" He almost felt her commands snapping at him and hurried to do as told.
"Better". A pause.
"Now walk down to the basement to the end of the stairs! Hurry, you've got 30 seconds to get there, or I'll go home and you can do whatever else you wanna do! When you are there, you'll see an open door. Walk through and wait for further instructions. But remember, that door will be open for exactly 5 seconds only. If you get there too late, you'll be on your own. And oh, your belongings have already been confiscated. You ain't gonna need 'em for what I've got planned for us. Now get going big boy, times a-ticking! And leave your mobile where it is!"
There was the metallic click of her ending the call. Awkwardly he hurried to clamber down the stairs, keeping his hands behind his head and his body as straight as he could manage, his heels echoing through the building, as he was trying to make his way down.
"Shit," he mumbled, as thoughts of closed doors and him being found by some red-neck labourer ran though his head. Come Monday morning. Two days away! With him being butt-naked all alone in high heels and hobbled!
"That's better not going to happen!" He told himself, hurrying as much as his hobbled and stilettoed feet would let him without tripping over.
As he clampered down, he saw that now there was a light in the basement, shining across the last flight of stairs. "Dim, but better than nothing." he thought thankfully. And there was the door! Still ajar! A rough and wooden make-shift door, yet solid. After his hasty, unsteady climb down from the second floor, the door seemed almost welcoming. Yet as he came down the last few steps, the door was starting to close, and he only just managed to squeeze through, hearing its locks snap close with a metallic, mechanical, foreboding clank!
Spotlights came on, shining directly into his eyes, blinding him. He had just enough time to straighten up and to make sure his hands were still behind his head, when he heard her.
"So, there you are. Just made it then. We do have to work on your walking skills, it's a downright disgrace!" Her voice, mocking, sultry! The clicking of her heels, as she came closer, ominous.
